e-booksonline Chapter 576 127.5 - Answer
Chapter 576 127.5 - Answer
Chapter 576 127.5 - Answer
"Junior...~"
Maya's hand pressed firmly against his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his body beneath her fingers as she slowly began to rise.
Each movement felt deliberate, or perhaps time itself had slowed, stretching the moment between them. Her heart raced in her chest, the sound of her own pulse echoing in her ears, but she couldn't stop now. She was drawn to him, to the heat, to the closeness.
Her eyes remained locked on his, watching every flicker of emotion in those deep purple depths. Astron still hadn't moved, but he wasn't pulling away either. His breath, steady and soft, brushed against her face, a gentle reminder of how little distance was left between them.
'Is this really happening?' she thought, a part of her still in disbelief. But the fire inside her burned too fiercely now, guiding her toward him, filling her with a need she didn't fully understand but couldn't deny.
Her breath hitched as the space between them grew smaller, his lips now just a whisper away. She could feel his warmth, could see the faint rise and fall of his chest beneath her palm, and with every passing second, the world seemed to shrink around them, leaving only the two of them, suspended in this strange, intoxicating moment.
She hesitated, just for a heartbeat, her body trembling as uncertainty flickered through her mind. But that hesitation quickly faded as her gaze dropped to his lips once more, the desire bubbling up inside her too strong to resist.
'Just a little closer...'
Her body moved on its own, closing the final gap. She could feel his breath mingling with hers now, warm and steady. Her fingers curled slightly against his chest, seeking some kind of anchor as she inched closer, her lips finally hovering over his, the temptation overwhelming her every thought.
This wasn't about blood. This was about him.
Maya's heart pounded in her chest, her fingers curling tighter against his shirt as she finally closed the distance. Her lips pressed against his, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before—a mix of familiar and foreign, soft and smooth, yet filled with an intensity that made her entire body tingle.
The warmth of his lips against hers sent a surge of electricity through her, the touch both gentle and firm, and she couldn't help but melt into the sensation. It was delicate at first, a hesitant meeting, but as the seconds stretched on, she realized just how much she had longed for this, how much she had needed this.
Her mind swirled, lost in the overwhelming flood of emotions and sensations. It wasn't just the physical connection; it was the emotional weight of everything between them—the trust, the unspoken bond, the desire she had been holding back for so long.
She had thought this would be different from the usual hunger, but now she realized it was deeper, far more consuming than she had anticipated. The softness of his lips, the way they felt against hers, made her heart race even faster, her body instinctively leaning closer, wanting more.
'This feeling... I love it,' she thought, the realization hitting her as she kissed him again, this time with more certainty, her lips moving gently but with increasing urgency.
Maya moaned softly against his lips, her voice muffled as the words "more, more, more" escaped her in breathless whispers. Each kiss, each taste of him, only seemed to intensify the fire within her. She felt lost, her body moving entirely on instinct, guided by nothing but the overwhelming need that had taken control.
And then she felt it—his hand on her back, pulling her closer.
At first, it seemed like a gentle gesture, a way to support her from losing her balance as her body leaned heavily into him. But the moment his hand pressed against her back, something changed. A surge of sensitivity rushed through her body, her nerves alive and sparking at the simple touch.
Her body reacted instantly, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she squirmed slightly against him. She wasn't sure why, but the sensation of his hand, warm and firm against her back, sent shivers through her. It wasn't just the kiss anymore. His touch, the way he held her so close, was igniting something deeper, something more primal than she had anticipated.
Her breath hitched, her body betraying her as she pressed closer to him, her skin tingling with every movement. The steady pressure of his hand only seemed to heighten the sensitivity coursing through her, making it harder for her to keep control. She couldn't stop the way her body responded, couldn't stop the heat pooling in her core.
"A-Astron..." she moaned softly, the sound barely audible, but filled with a mix of confusion and desire.
She squirmed again, her body pressing against his, her hands clutching onto him for dear life as the intensity of the moment continued to build. She had never felt anything like this before—this aching, all-consuming need that left her trembling in his arms.
"Senior?" Astron's voice came, a note of surprise slipping into his usually composed tone. His reaction was unexpected, as if he hadn't anticipated her response, and the sound of his voice caused Maya to pause for the briefest of moments.
But that hesitation quickly evaporated as her body continued to pulse with desire, her skin still tingling from his touch. She didn't want to stop. She couldn't. Not now. Not when she had already crossed so many boundaries she didn't know existed within herself.
"Please... don't stop," she whispered, her voice trembling, pleading. She didn't care how Astron's surprised gaze lingered on her or how his expression seemed caught between confusion and something else. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the overwhelming need coursing through her.
Her breath quickened as she gathered her strength, her body moving before her mind could fully process the action. With a sudden burst of energy, she pushed him backward, forcing him down onto the ground.
Astron's body hit the floor with a dull thud, but the fall was nothing for someone like him. For both of them, superhumans in all but name, the impact was barely noticeable. Yet the movement itself carried with it a heavy weight, as if something inside her had snapped, and now there was no turning back.
She straddled him, her breathing uneven as she stared down at him.
"Haaaah.....Junior, it is all your fault."
Her heart was racing, her hands pressed against his chest for support as her gazes seemed to turn red.
Her expression, her rugged breath.
"It is all your fault."